Sweating Bricks

I am at home is a world which howls at the moon.
If the door isn't working then it will be soon.
Why wait? Why hate? Blue skies bring tears.
Don't hate. Please wait. It's the moon I fear.
I throw sweating bricks at an ancient gloom.
Fast cars. Everlasting love my dear.
That warm fuzzy glow is impending doom.